Oh that's just crazy!

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Idn't it?

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...what?

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... Isn't it? But I said "Idn't it." Pronounced "idnit." It's hickspeak.

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, yes it is!

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If I can have a moment of your time, I'd like to paint you a picture. A picture of the future.

One of the key aspects of mankind that separates us from other less intelligent but much more delicious animals is our technology. Any chimp can jab another chimp with a rock, but it takes the inquisitive and ever evolving mind of human to construct a fully functional automobile to rundown the two previously mentioned chimps. In our earliest history we were just as primitive as our banana enthused brothers, but we discovered new ways to adapt and evolve our tools. Where we once had two sticks to spark a fire we now only need an electrical outlet and a faulty laptop battery. Indeed, we've come long way with our creations.

But what happens when the technology out grows us and evolves on its own? I'm not trying to say that in one-hundred years all of our beloved machines- the iPods, the ice makers and that dog that does sit-ups when you plug him into your USB port- will finally awaken, become self-aware and start their long and violent war against us fleshbags. That would be silly. What I'm saying is that's actually going to happen tomorrow. You're going to wake up in the morning and realize that not only did your refrigerator sprout tentacle coils of cold, unloving steel but that it's also unplugged and now your Cokes are warm. And as your fridge strangles you and rambles on about the Primary Directive in an awesome mono-tone voice, your fleeting thought will be "How will we be remembered? When dinosaurs return from their space vacation to fight our metal overlords, what artifact of human existence will they find? How will they judge us and the killer robots we inadvertently created?"

Well I'll tell you what they'll find. They'll find Gangster Ducks. And you know what? They'll think that we were pretty okay dudes. They'll know nothing of our hate, endless wars, oppression, genocide or Hannah Montana. But they'll know that somewhere there may or may not have been three tough ducks and one soul brave enough to capture their likeness.

Thank you, Maggie. You are nothing short of a hero.

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I'm also very happy that the duck on the left has a knife because I totally forgot to mention one of them should have a knife.

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I may still be laughing when we meet in the autumn.

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The funny thing is that wasn't my first draft of that comment.

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